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The BARNYARD VILLAGE 

Being the Story of 























































































































The BARNYARD VILLAGE 

Being the Story of 

J4R. 

@lue Peacock. 

by 

EDNA GROFF DEIHL 

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Author of 

LITTLE BLACK HEN, HOLIDAY TIME STORIES 
MOTHER BROWN EARTH’S CHILDREN 



Pictured by 

COBB X. SHINN 


ALBERT"^WHITMAN 
& CO 


CHICAGO 



THE BARNYARD VILLAGE 
Reprinted 1934 


MR. BLUE PEACOCK^ 

Copyright 1926 Albert Whitman, <& Co 
Chicago U.S.A. 


TITLES OF OTHER, LARGE 
PICTURE STORIES 


TOM THUMB 
LITTLE BLACK SAMBO 
LITTLE BLACK HEN 
PETER RABBIT 
THE BIG INDIAN 
GINGERBREAD MAN 


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* PREFACE ❖ 


r e Stort, of MR. BLUE PEACOCK will be 
35 music in the children’s ears, and bke 
illustrations a delight bo ea^er eijes. The 
short] presented will easily be understood 
and will leave ibs impress in bke little 
minds, with 3 <£o od purpose. 


Tke author in writing the stort] has 
placed the character facts, about the 
fowls in this book, in suck form as to 
attract the attention of the little ones, 
and be readily fixed in their memort]. 


Tke stor-y of MR. BLUE PEACOCK $oes 
forth in the children’s world with the ideal 
that the stonj will entertain them and 
meet with the approval of evert] lover of 
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Such “Ohs” and 
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to say! Mr. Rooster was 
quite silent with wonder. 
Mrs. Black Hen pulled 
her chicks under her 
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some great king had 
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So wonderful was Mr. 
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Never had there been 
such a sight in Barnyard 
Village. It was as if all 
the colors of the rainbow 
had been blended into 
one wonderful mass. 
Sparkles and speckles 
and pinwheels dazzled 
the eyes of the Barnyard 
folk as, very grandly and 
quietly, Mr. Peacock 
stood on the fence and 
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Then, when he felt 
that the prize was his, 
he slowly dropped his 
tail, and folding it to¬ 
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from the fence and 
walked out of the Barn¬ 
yard, only waiting on the 
other side of the fence 
to call, “I’ll send the 
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the fowls of Barnyard 
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“But,” said Mother 
Black Hen to Mother 
Gray Duck, as they 
cackled and quacked to 
each other that evening, 
“Anyone can see he 
acts very proud. One 
could see that as soon 
as one looked at him. 
So I think we can agree 
that just to be beautiful 
is not so much, if we 
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